Public Tease & Evening Devotion

Afternoon training was voice and posture. Mistress strapped a posture pole to Eva’s back, forcing her spine into a perfect arch, then set her to walk in the 5-inch heels with a book balanced on her head. Every wobble earned a buzz from the plug; every perfect step earned a stroke along the cage. Voice drills followed—repeating phrases in the upper register until the app flashed green. “I’m Mommy’s pretty puppy.” “I live to serve Mistress.” “My clit belongs in its cage.” Eva’s throat ached, but the praise—Good girl, puppy—made her melt.

At 3:00, Mistress led her to the living room for a new lesson: service. Eva knelt on a cushion, hands bound behind her back, and practiced pouring tea with her mouth—delicate, precise, no spills. The teapot was light, but the position was awkward, the tail plug shifting with every lean. Mistress sipped the tea, then set the cup down and spread her thighs. She wore nothing under the robe today, her pussy bare and glistening. “Worship, puppy.”

Eva dove in, tongue tracing every fold, circling Mistress’s clit with practiced devotion. The plug buzzed in time with Mistress’s moans, a symphony of control. She came twice—once flooding Eva’s mouth, once grinding against her face until Eva’s chin dripped. “Clean your mess,” Mistress ordered, smearing her release across Eva’s lips. Eva licked eagerly, the choker tight, the earrings swaying.

Evening brought the first public test. Mistress dressed Eva in a long trench coat over the sailor dress, the hem barely covering the stocking tops, the heels hidden but clicking with every step. The cage and plug were locked tight, the remote in Mistress’s purse. They drove to an upscale mall, the kind with marble floors and designer boutiques. Eva’s heart hammered as they stepped inside, the coat’s belt cinched to hide the dress’s bulge.

“Walk behind me, puppy,” Mistress murmured, clipping the leash to Eva’s choker under the coat. “Heel.”

Eva followed, heels clicking, the plug buzzing on low. Shoppers glanced—some curious, some dismissive. A woman in a Chanel suit did a double-take at Eva’s legs, the stockings peeking with every step. Mistress led her to a lingerie boutique, the air heavy with perfume. She selected a corset—pink satin, boned, with garter straps—and held it up to Eva’s waist. “Try this, pet.”

In the dressing room, Mistress locked the door and uncoated Eva. The sailor dress fell away, revealing the cage, the plug, the choker. Mistress laced the corset tight, cinching Eva’s waist until she gasped, the budding breasts pushed up into soft cleavage. “Perfect,” Mistress purred, turning Eva to the mirror. The reflection was obscene—schoolgirl innocence twisted into something filthy. She increased the plug’s vibration, making Eva’s knees buckle.

“Beg, puppy.”

“Please, Mommy—let me come—please—”

“Not yet.” Mistress pressed the remote to Eva’s cage, the vibration traveling through metal. Eva edged twice, sobbing, cum dribbling uselessly. A saleswoman knocked, asking if they needed help. Mistress smiled sweetly. “We’re fine, thank you.” Under her breath: “Quiet, sissy.”

They bought the corset, a set of lace panties too small for the cage, and a pair of 6-inch stilettos. In the parking garage, Mistress bent Eva over the hood of the car, coat hiked up, and spanked her ten times for whimpering too loudly in the store. “Count, puppy.”

“One—thank you, Mommy!” By ten, Eva’s ass glowed, the cage dripping onto the pavement.

Back home, dinner was served on the floor—salmon bites fed from Mistress’s fingers, each one a reward. Eva’s journal entry was 1,500 words tonight, detailing the mall, the corset, the spankings, the way Mistress’s foot had pressed the cage in the car. She wrote until her hand cramped, the plug buzzing softly, the choker a constant weight.

Bedtime was slow, deliberate. Mistress removed the tail plug, inspected Eva’s stretched hole, then inserted a new one—glass, cool and heavy, with a rosebud base. She cuffed Eva spread-eagle to the four-poster, the corset still laced tight, the heels left on. A silk mask slipped over Eva’s eyes, a pacifier gag strapped in. The glass plug warmed inside her, a constant pressure. Mistress edged her with a gloved hand, milking the cage until Eva sobbed, then locked it again.

“Sleep, puppy,” she whispered, kissing Eva’s forehead. “Tomorrow we pierce those pretty ears.”

Eva drifted off clenching around glass, the word Mommy echoing in her dreams, the cage tight, the choker tighter, the transformation slower and deeper with every breath